Three Weeks Later...

The sky echoed the war drums of the heavens to the tune of whipping light clawing the land below. Tears fell from the angels in waves, weeping in sorrow for the lost and the damned. It was cold, oh so very cold. No matter what one wore to protect themselves from the icy wind blowing from the north, the arctic water pierced through the armor and straight to the bone. A lone figure huddled underneath rusty metal, gripping her leather coat vehemently. And she was very annoyed.

'Fuck, I hate rain. Why does the fucking Pegasi of this fucking backward's world have to make it rain on a fucking Friday?' I grumbled in silence. 'Well, at least I found a rundown shack outside Vanhoover to stay dry. Still, fuck those pencil-dick cunt-waffles with wings. I hate rain.'

I sat there for a few hours, glaring pure death at the dark clouds above through a broken window. I could have done more productive things like hunting or scouting the city of Vanhoover or trying to shoot down the Pegasi causing the rain in the first place. After three weeks of traveling through the Smokey Mountains, planing of infiltrating the Human Pit-fighting ring in the city, the only thing to stop me was one word: Rain.

I let out a sigh, a long, bored sigh. Over the last three weeks, I've had more action than a virgin Shinto priestess on public orgy day. All those days were spent walking, hunting, gathering, and avoiding the odd pony enjoying the great outdoors. There was no danger, no conflict, no armed guards looking for me! Hell, when I was a Shinto Shrine Maiden for Amaterasu back home, I was getting into fights almost on a daily basis!

Mom, of course, didn't like that I got into fights when we were supposed to be pacifists. I think I spent more time praying for forgiveness at the family shrine than doing something more productive. It's not my fault those cunt-waffles chose to pick on me and my little sister for our "outdated views." Someone had to protect Aurora! She was just too damn shy and innocent. 'I bet she reached the rank of Priestess while I was away. She was always the pure one of our family, while I swam in blood.'

Looking back on my life, I recalled the event that eventually led me to be kicked out of the shrine and banned from being a Priestess. It wasn't all the notable. I had two choices to pick from; one led to the rape and murder of my sister, and the other... ended up me breaking my oath as a Shrine Maiden. And breaking the oath we take was akin to breaking the heart and soul of whatever Kami we chose to follow, and spread the teachings of to the unenlightened.

Now, back on Terra where Shinto came from, taking the life of another was very frowned upon, but usually didn't end up causing said person expulsion from being a preacher. On Mars and certain other colonies, this was a strictly enforced rule. Mostly because of what happened during the Colonial Wars when the Islamic State of Europe destroyed the Moon. We didn't want to be seen as a war-like religion. Even the few Gods of War in Shinto were...not erased. Just ignored, for the most part. So, the first part of our oath basically says: Thou shalt not take the life of another. For all life is sacred and deserves love and respect. Even the impure and evil, for they have lost their way, and need guidance back into the light.

I broke the first and most important rule of my oath as a Shrine Maiden when I stabbed that old, sick fuck thirty-six times in the chest. The sight of seeing my beautiful baby sister tied down to a bench in the locker room, gagged, and sobbing filled my heart with such an intense fury. The police had to chain me down to keep me from making sure Couch Rabloc was in, pieces. All I remember was the stabbings. I forgot how I ripped his throat out, pulled out his organs, and cut off his dick in my rage. When I finally calmed down enough to think clearly. I thought Mom would be proud of me, but when she came to pick me up from the station? She was anything but proud, and when I saw my sister back home? Her eyes were filled with more fear of me than for her attempted rapist.

After a night of praying at Dads orders, an officer from Mars Imperial Military Academy came to pick me up to help "control" my anger. Once I left for the Academy, I never heard from my family again. I did keep tabs on them...every now and again. It is quite clear that I'm no longer welcome back home, even when I heard Mom had a baby boy. I tried sending my baby brother a present every year despite each one being destroyed after being opened. I won't lie. It...hurts. A lot. I still love them, but I don't think the feeling is mutual.

'I hope they are doing alright.'

Tears kissed my cheeks like the rain above on a dark, cloudy day. Heartache soon pierced my very being with its uncaring pain not long after. Anger would have followed next, same with betrayal, but I don't have any left of either to express. Years ago, I would have yelled and screamed in anguish. Crying out; "I protected you! I was there for you!" and, "Why don't you love me?"

My years at the Academy really mellowed me out. Talking with the counselor also helped, however, every now and again. My anger does release under heavy amounts of emotional strain, and when it does? They had a room dedicated to holding me, and others like me, down. Why they did this is quite simple to explain since a few soldiers who had gone underneath genetic augmentation gain a sort of "bleed-over" from whatever animal they were merged with. Giving them a few instincts that weren't originally there, affecting their emotions in noticeable or subtle ways.

To be honest, I don't care all that much about what "bleed-over" I got from my augmentation. What I do care about is that, at the time, I thought by going to the Academy would heal the wounds I made. It didn't. It only added salt when I showed just how effective I could be, as a Soldier, and not a Priestess.

'Hmpf, there was one good thing that came out of the Academy. Yoko was such a sweetheart. I hope she is doing well as a nurse. I hope all my friends are doing well.' I smiled weakly before wiping the tears from my eyes. Then that smile quickly morphed back into a frown when another thought entered my mind.

'Fuck, I'm lonely.'

I lamented on my life until the rain stopped and the sun fell beneath the horizon, telling me it was time to go. My current objective was to scout out the city of Vanhoover for a base of operations, and once I find a good place to set up shop. I'll begin my search for intelligent Humans held within the city. Standing up from the floor, I reached for my backpack and put it on, even though it would weigh me down if I had to run for my life.

'Alright, Luna. Let's get to work!' With a quick stretch of my neck and a few punches into the air, I left the shack with the look of determination plastered on my face.

Silver Shield was not a happy camper. Not a trace of joy could be found on his soaking wet muzzle nor his slow, dragging movements. After a nice, dry, train ride from Canterlot, he had to suffer through the rain while he looked for an Inn to rent. So far, his luck at finding an empty room has proved to be a fruitless effort as each Inn, Hotel, Motel, or Lodge he visited. Each one was either closed, under renovation, or completely booked. How this came to be was beyond his understanding, but one thing was for certain!

He hated this city.

Slumping his head in defeat, letting out a sigh as he did so, he turned down a particularly quiet street near the residential district. The buildings around him, he noticed, were an assortment of apartment complexes and condos. Most of them were under renovation judging by all the construction equipment, fences, and tools strewn about a few of the buildings. He noted that because there were so many construction projects going on, that the reason there was no place to rent a room for the duration of his investigation; was due to the fact that all the construction ponies from out of town were to blame.

Groaning in annoyance, he continued on his path towards the one place he knew could provide temporary shelter. On the edge of town between the Industrial District and the Residential District, there was a small group of condemned office buildings. Those buildings went out of use a few decades ago once ponies found an illegal foalcon ring being practiced there. No one would use nor destroy those buildings after the Guard found fifty fillies and colts being used as sex slaves. The liabilities and red tape that came from that event made those buildings a "red-zone" for all construction companies looking for an easy job. Now though, it's used as a little shanty town for homeless ponies, especially in all the sewer tunnels hidden below.

For Silver, it will serve as a temporary hideout until he can acquire something much more, viable, place to use as a base of operations. Until then, it will serve its purpose for his mission. A small discomfort is a small price to pay for finding his brother's killer and bringing them the Warden of Tartarus!

Author's Note

Here is a bit more backstory. And sorry the beginning is a little slow. Most stories are. Anywho...
It may be a little short, but all chapters afterward will have some substance.
Don't worry senpai! Teach me how to write. NYAAAAAAAAA!
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